I learned this morning of the passing of an old friend. I haven't seen him except here and there in many years but we used to run as a pack when we were young adults. It makes me sad even though he never missed a chance to be a smartass! He and the guys were the type that claimed Superbowl Sunday a national holiday. AND the day after.
It was a beautiful day for a drive with all kinds of color and cotton fields waiting to be picked. Crockett County is cotton central. It's all about to come to a close after the last stuff is harvested and winter wheat planted. I love seeing that green when it's cold as a well digger's butt.
Be safe and grateful ^j^
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